Son of a Gun

So, let me get this story straight,
this was just a chance you had to take.
Did I even cross your mind?
This'll be the last time you cross mine.
We were slick as thieves.
Just like a thief,you stole the best of me-
white lies and wild lives inbetween.

Whoa,
for Heaven's sake, I see right through you.
Whoa,
I've got secrets, too.
You're the gun and I can be your bullet to go down on.
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one.

Marionette,
(are your strings tied tight for proper movement?)
Take a deep, deep breath.
(I'm dying just to wrap these strings around your neck.)
I'll stitch my eyes wide open
'cause I don't want to miss
the look on your face when I drive away.
You know you're sharp,
but sharp just doesn't cut it anymore.
I'll show you a side of me, you've never seen before.

Whoa...

When it all bottoms out... I love it when you say you don't remember anything.

Whoa...

Whoa...